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It was close to midnight. The prime minister sat alone in his office, reading a long memorandum that slipped into his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning. He waited for the call of the president of a distant country, and, while wondering when the very condemned would make it, he tried to erase the unpleasant memories of a long, exhausting and difficult week, so that in the head there was no room for anything else. The more effort he put into concentrating on the writing before his eyes, the more clearly he saw the rejoicing faces of his political rivals. That same day, his main adversary had contented himself with enumerating the horrific events that took place this week (as if someone needed to be reminded of them), but he had also stated his reasons for blaming the Government for everything.

It was close to midnight. The prime minister was seated alone in his office reading a long memo that was straining his brain without leaving even a trace of meaning. He was waiting for the phone call from the president of a country far away, and meanwhile, he wondered to himself when the condemned would make it (the call) -- trying to erase the unpleaseant memores of a long, exhausting, and difficult week for which there remained no place in his head for anything else....

If you haven't read the other ones yet, I'd recommend Harry Potter y la camara secreta. It's shorter and a LOT easier to read than Half Blood Prince. By the end of the series, JK Rowling got a lot more poetic xD